Practicing Our Earth Skills

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was so incredibly happy that he had not only come, but that he had the best date. Hell, he wouldn't have bothered coming if he hadn't asked her -- if he hadn't known she was even interested in him. He still had to wonder a little as to why that was. She could have anyone in this room, and yet she had spent the entire night with him. And what a night it waas. It felt perfect. The guilt he often felt for enjoying himself had even been numbed by well, enjoying himself. She was a rather wonderful and successful distraction. His attentions had rested on her for the whole night, unable to imagine placing them elsewhere.

But good things must come to an end. The party was wrapping up and she was asking him if he was ready to head out. "Let's go," he said, casually putting his hand on her back to escort her to the door. They waved bye to a few people as the others started to slowly filter out of the room. Fortunately, neither of them were stalled by anyone so they could walk back to her apartment at ease. "Did you have fun tonight?" He asked. He hoped he wasn't so completely caught up in own enjoyment that he had been completely oblivious to ensuring her own. His gut told him she had a good time, but he still wanted to ask. He still wantd to be sure.

[Braeden Quinn]

"Let's go," He told her, and put this hand on her back, to lead her out. "Did you have fun tonight?" He asked, and Braeden could not help but to smile at him--she'd been smiling all night! "So much fun! It was a great night! And you look really good tonight!" He did! His hair and everything was very fitting--even more so now that they were well worn from the dancing and her fingers touching it for a good bit!

"Can you hang out for a bit? I have some drinks at the house!" Some were not allowed for younger people to drink but others were alright. "Or maybe we can just sit on the couch to relax after being on our feet all night?" She was trying to get him to stay, because she planned to make out with him for a better ending to night! It would make her night perfect!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy continued to smile -- an expression that didn't seem to leave his lips for a single moment during this entire night. She assured him that she had fun; that it was a great night, and that he looked really good. "So do you," he quickly said. "You were the most beautiful one there," he added on, his voice sincere in his praise -- for she deserved it. Her dress, her mask, everything about the way she looked and just was, was perfect.

He had a crush on her for a reason, and it was especially reinforced tonight. She then asked him something that once again, he was quick to answer, though refrained from giving an immediate verbal response until she finished. "That suonds really great, actually," he told her. He knew he should head home, but if this was going to be one of the few chances they had to be alone . . . well, he wanted to spend that time with her. "It'll be a perfect way to end this great night," he added on, using the same word she had to describe it. Because he honestly felt the exact same way. Maybe, depending how things went, he could even kiss her -- something he'd wanted to do for quite some time now. And the idea was growing all the more appealing and tempting as they now arrived at her apartment.

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden typed in the code to open her door, and walked in ahead of him. Once Bellamy came in she paused, and looked around, "Mom?" After a second and nothing came out she smiled once again and shut the door. "Just checking! They are going to be at the other dance all night." Which meant they were once again a her place all alone! "You can take your jacket off if you like."

One thing she didn't do was move away from him, because she wanted to be near him. She wanted his arms around her and she wanted to kiss him--soon. Taking his jacket, she tossed it on the table near the door, before turning to look at him. Reaching out she took his one hand with her two and pulled him to the couch. "Come sit with me!" Braeden sat on the couch, and waited until he was seat too. Now what? How did she kiss him? She had kissed boys before but never first. She had never had to ask for a kiss before!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Mom? Yeah. That was probably a good thing to check. Might be awkward if they were sitting there and her mom suddenly pops out of her room. Bellamy followed her inside when the apartment was confirmed to be empty. "Cool," he said as non chalantly as he could, though inside, he found himself getting increasingly nervous. He didn't know why. He just remained composed however, refusing to let it show.

He proceeded to take off his jacket and she tossed it to the side for him before taking his hand in hers, leading him to the couch. He sat next to her, a small on his lips. With them sitting close, and the silence that seemed to follow the actions . . . the thought of kissing her was consuming all other thoughts. The temptation was getting impossible to resist. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous about it.

She wouldn't be the first person he had kissed, but she was different than the others. He already knew that. While his mind was trying to go over things and rationalize, his body was acting on its own as he slowly leaned toward her, wondering if she would lean toward him. But it wasn't enough of a wonder to stop him, not until he felt their lips meet. He closed his eyes, the sensation of her soft lips against her being far better than he ever could have imagined.

[Braeden Quinn]

He leaned forward and Braeden smiled before moving to meet him and letting their lips meet. His lips were warm, and it made her belly do a funny flip when he kissed her. The other boys had not done that to her, and she liked it. Her hand moved to his shoulder, as her lips parted under his.

The amount of knowledge she had gained with boys was approaching. She had kissed boys, and even had one try to touch her boob--in which she had punched him in the face. Yet she didn't plan on punching Bellamy! Her fist bunches into his shirt as she moved closer to him, wanting to be touching more then just his shoulder! She wanted to feel his body heat, and let him feel her skin!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Feeling her reaction to the kiss gave him the confidence to keep going. Her response wasn't one that indicated this was unwanted, or taht she was uncomfortable. Quite the opposite in fact. She leaned closer toward him, her lips parting, her hands gripping his shirt to move their bodies closer. He felt the warmth of her, her well developed figure pressing against his chest. It made his body start to feel things . . . want things. Things that he had not felt with such intensity before.

His hand went to her cheek, resting against it as he caressed her skin with his thumb. He slowly, a bit tentatively, began to deepen the kiss. He was still testing the waters and didn't want to do anything too intrusive so he just slowly and carefully slipped his tongue between her lips, drinking in his fill of her taste. She felt so good. Everything about this felt good. No one else compared to her right now, in this moment. The need for something . . . more was starting to fill him, and he found himself having to exercise the self control to move at this pace, and not a hurried one.

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden was starting to feel things in her belly, and even lower! An ache that she had not felt from making out before! Laughing softly between kisses, she whispered, "That was nice." Before her lips found his again, and she pulled him back toward her, and then moved back so she was laying on the couch with him over her! This was nicer! The weight of him made the butterflies come stronger! Her breathing was coming stronger, more shallow and often then before.

When she was on her back, and he was above her, she also became aware of something new. Breaking the kiss she looked up at him for a moment, surprised and curious at the same time. "I've never felt that on a guy before," Why she was whispering she wasn't sure, but it felt right. Hesitantly (thought not from wanting too, only from not having done it before) she opened her legs so he could settle between her thighs. It caused her short dress to hike up some and the somewhere in between soft and rough clothing of his pants, come in contact with her . . . . there!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She told him that it felt nice before she began to pull him forward, and herself back . . . until her back was against the couch and he was on top of her. His hands went to either side of her, pressing against the material of the couch so that he kept himself braced, not wanting to hurt her with his weight. Though it was getting increasingly difficult to think of such logistical things . . . when an ache started to fill his body. An aching need that was coursing through him, and he knew his body was reacting to it. He was trying to control it . . . but it didn't seem like something he had any control of at all. And she had noticed too. Which, made it a bit embarassing. He wasn't expecting their actions to lead to . . . well, to lead to the way he knew it could be satisfied.

She told him that she had never felt it on a guy before and . . . well, he couldn't help but feel excited over the fact that she hadn't been in this position with another guy before. Though excited was the last thing he needed since he was trying to control himself. It was getting damn near impossible with the way she acommodated him by opening her legs a little, allowing him to comfortably adjust and settle himself in between her. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a heavy breath as he tried to regain his composure. This was only supposed to be making out. That's it. So why did he suddenly feel the urge to free himself, and let their bodies join.

He opened his eyes to look down at her, knowing he should probaby say something. But what? All he could think of was kissing her and starting to free himself. The intensifying ache was only getting stronger. Swallowing, he tried to think of what the appropriate words in this situation would be. "I've never . . ." He wanted to be completely honest with her about this. There was no sense in lying. "I just need a second," he breathed. Or well, a lot of seconds. He needed to regain his composure because he wasn't about to presume that they were going to have sex. He realized now just how much he wanted to . . . but he couldn't assume that.

[Braeden Quinn]

He seemed to be struggling, but he at least told her why. "I've never . . ." Nor had she, but then she had just told him that. They were both trying things for the first time it seemed, and it gave her a bit more confidence to want to keep going, and maybe do a little bit more then make out! Maybe she could . . . help him finish. Or something. The girls at school talked, some of the older ones. "I just need a second," No! She wanted to let him know it was alright, and that she liked feeling him there.

Her hands moved to his shoulders, and then down to his ribs. She wasn't bold enough to go lower. "It's ok. I like it." The admitting would help him she hoped. "It feels nice. I ache too." Her legs tightened around his hips, as if to tell him where. She could feel herself growing turned on, and slightly wet there. It made her feel almost hesitant, but at the same time she wanted to explore a bit more. "Do you . . . . if you want . . . you can take off your shirt." She wanted to feel his skin, but asking him if he wanted too made her blush.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Her hands moving over him felt amazing. But he knew it would feel even better if there wasn't the barrier of clothing. He wanted to feel her hands on his skin, almost as much as he wanted to feel her skin under his own hands. She told him she liked it, and that gave him an odd sense of comfort. To know that she didn't mind. She wasn't making him feel like this was something he needed to be embarassed about. And that gave him a bit more confidence and certainty that perhaps . . . it was ok. She even said it felt nice, and that she ached as well.

"What does it feel like, for you?" He wondered, because if it was anything like how it felt for him . . . then maybe she wanted this too. Maybe, she would want to find a way to satisfy that ache, just like he did. Her legs tightening their grip around him made him heavily exhale as more pressure was applied to his already sensitive region. The only thing that brought him back into focus was her suggesting that he take off his shirt. The offer for him to do so, felt encouraging. He hadn't wanted to presume anything before . . . but she was giving him the necessary confidence to take the next steps. Though hardly at a rapid pace. His hands went to the bottom of his shirt, pausing for only a moment before he pulled it off over his head and set it on the back of the couch.

He had to admit, with the warmth that was consuming his body, it felt pretty good to remove that layer of fabric. He looked down at her, wondering what came next but then decided to let himself just react naturally to what he wanted to do. His lips went to hers, kisisng her deeply, finding it added a whole new intensity with the intimate position they were in. He slowly eased out of the kiss, though his lips remained near hers as he only half thought over the words before they came out. "Do you want to take off your dress?" He asked. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, nor pressure her, despite his overwhelming desire to see her without the layers of fabric that now covered her body. But it was her own decision, and he would respect her choice.

[Braeden Quinn]

"What does it feel like, for you?" He asked her, and she tired to think of words to describe something she had never described before. "I don't know . . . It changes so much. It's . . . like everything is centered be--between my legs. I don't know how to describe it, but I like it." The blush had grown slightly darker over her skin, as she tired to explain it too him.

He took off his shirt, as she offered to let him do, and her hands moved up over his skin. It felt nice to touch him there, and to know that he was half naked did funny things to her. He was so hot! His shoulders wider then her, and she liked his coloring--liked watching her hands over him. He kissed her, and she was distracted from everything else, even relaxing her legs around him. When he broke the kiss, she glanced down at his skin, and how it pressed into her dress. Another visual she enjoyed. "Do you want to take off your dress?" Her eyes went from his skin to look up into his eyes, her won wide with surprise; the blush brighter now, a pink that shone under her dark coloring.

With a nod, she pushed on his shoulders slightly and moved just enough to give him her back, so he could unlace the dress for her. Once she was free, she held it to herself. "I've never been naked before someone before." Anyone! She lowered the dress, so she was naked, though her back was still toward him. After taking a moment to gain her courage, Braeden moved to lay back down on the couch, and look up at his face. Her hands covering herself. She had on underwear, but the dress didn't allow for a bra. Her hands hesitantly moved away from her skin, but she wasn't sure what to do with him.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The description of how she felt sounded similar because he felt the same way. The same ache between his legs, needed it to be eased somehow. Well, he wasn't stupid. He knew how that could be done . . . but again, he wasn't about to just abruptly do that. Her hands moving over his skin was an unfamiliar sensation that only made that ache and need stronger. Her hands were so soft, so gentle. He hadn't really let anyone touch him like this . . . and he was glad for it. Because he'd much rather it be Braeden. He wanted his first time to be with her, whether it actually happened tonight or not. He just, wanted her to be his first. He could see the surprise in her eyes at his question, and wondered if he shouldn't have asked it. If it was too much. But then she nodded and moved him back, turning around so that he could unlace it. He swallowed, his fingers moving to the ties of her dress as he slowly began to pull them out, being careful . . . almost cautious.

The bits of skin he was touching through this filled him with the eagerness to truly see her without the dress. Once the laces were out, she held it up, telling him that she had never been naked before someone before. Once again, he felt proud and excited that this was a first for her as well; that he got to be the guy she showed herself to. "Me neither," he too admitted, hoping that would give her the comfort that she wasn't the only one. But then again, he had only exposed his upper region. Not his lower one. She then proceeded to lay back down and he just watched her. He felt entranced by her; mesmerized as he just watched her, his eyes slowly moving over her perfect body. Pefect: that was the only way that he could describe it. When she moved her hands, he couldn't help but look at the curves of her figure, her chest, just . . . everywhere. He wasn't sure how long he was just staring for before he finally realized it. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to feel her flawless skin.

But detecting her hesitancy, he repositioned himself on top of her as he kissed her again, deeply, less tentatively. Seeing her naked wasn't helping calm the lower region of his body. It was only making it stronger. He moved his lips from hers, kissing the corner of her mouth before making his way to her ear. "You are so beautiful," he whispered in it. He wasn't sure why, but something compelled him to kiss her neck, so he did, his lips touching along the planes of her neck, tasting her skin in this way. His hand began to move over her side, down to her stomach, moving along it, and slowly making its way up her chest, giving her the chance to stop him if it was too intrusive of him to touch her rather than just see and feel her pressed against his unclad upper body -- which was a whole other incredible sensation of its own.

[Braeden Quinn]

"Me neither," Another thing they had in common. She watched his face as he looked over her, and she began to feel almost doubtful because he just looked at her. What was he thinking? She really wanted to know what he was thinking! Then he spoke, "You are so beautiful," and his kiss helped her feel more relaxed once again! His lips moved away from her own, and she realized then that his hand was moving over her skin! Moving up to her breast! Blushing she held her breath waiting for his hand to cover her, and when it did she gasped softly.

Her own hand moved to cover his for a second, and then to rest on his shoulder. She could feel herself on the edge of something--nerves, and excitement maybe! As if any moment she would fall off the edge and either land on one side or the other. She could feel the same type of edge between her legs. She knew he was hard there, and could feel it, but she wanted to see it. Did she dare to ask? Where was this even going? Her other hand that wasn't on his shoulder moved over his back, and held him toward her, while she deiced she wasn't brave enough to look below his pants yet.

She felt the ache between her legs growing, and she shifted her weight to try to ease it some--and it only made her rub against his pants, thus making her feel even more between her legs. Gasping, she tightened her gip on his back, realizing only afterwards she had been holding his skin! Letting go she whispered, "I'm sorry!" Before moving her hand over the spot to sooth it. "I didn't think it would feel this strongly . . . . this good."

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He wasn't sure if she actually liked where his lips were currently on her body, but he didn't notice her body tense in reaction, or anything change that indicated she wasn't enjoying this. He only hoped he wasn't misreading the non verbal cues. When his hand finally reached her breast, he gently cupped her, filling his palm with her hand. He had never touched a woman like this before and it fascinated him. He drew his head back, wanting to look at her as his gaze followed his hand, his finger carefully moving over her tip in a gentle caress. When her hand covered his, he looked to her face to see if it meant that she wanted him to stop, but her hand soon moved along his back. He felt the pressure of her nails digging it but it didn't hurt. It felt . . . oddly good. In an inexplicable way. Was that supposed to hurt? Cause it sure as hell didn't.

She then apologized and Bellamy wanted to quickly reassure her that there was no need. "Don't be sorry," he said in a low voice, finding that it only made the ache within him stronger . . . and feeling like it was impossible to contain. "It, didn't feel bad." Was that something to be ashamed about? "I mean, it didn't hurt." He was getting mindless with need right now and he didn't want to ramble nonsensically. At the same time . . . he didn't know if she was ready for the next step. They were completely undressed, with the exception of their lower regions. He leaned back down to kiss her lips for a few moments, while his hand moved down her body to the top of her underwear. "Do you want to stop?" He asked in an almost breathless voice. He didn't want to, not at all. But . . . he wanted to make sure it was a mutual desire. He didn't want to pressure her, or do something that she would hate him for.